Rory:Oh, that’s actually perfect. I
left my textbook there earlier in my
dad’s office. Could you wait for
me? I’m going to run up and grab it. I have
a key. It’s kind of creepy being there
alone at night.
Cillian:Yeah. I’m going to shower,
I’m fucking disgusting.
Rory:Kay, sounds good.
See you soon.
She’s not wrong. It is kind of eerie at night when it’s empty. Usually the place is bustling with the coaching staff and team, so there’s a strange quiet that settles over the building once the lights are out and everyone’s gone.
It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I can hear myself breathing as I make my way to the locker room, the automatic lights flickering on above, illuminating the room. I set my bag on the bench and rifle through it, pulling out a change of clothes and my shower bag.
The locker room at Prescott is state of the art. Everything in their athletic department is thanks to the backers doling out thousands of dollars in donations to make sure the players have the best that money can offer.
It’s nothing like the facility I used back in London.
Each shower is equipped with dual showerheads. Scalding hot water seems to massage every part of your body while you’re beneath them. Exactly what the fuck I need after the grueling workout I just did.
Quickly shedding my sweat-soaked clothes, I turn the shower as hot as it will go, and step beneath the water. The hot water pelts my skin, and I nearly groan at the sensation, my muscles immediately beginning to relax.
I probably shouldn’t have gone so hard today but I needed the distraction. A certain sassy, fun-sized brunette has been taking up all the available space in my head, making it next to impossible to focus, and the last thing I need is for my game to suffer becausemy head’s not in it. I’m already busting my ass for my spot on this team without adding in a complication.
But Rory doesn’t feel like a complication.
Exhaling, I drop my head back on my still tense shoulders, letting the hot water cascade over my face.
“Cillian?” My head whips to the doorway of the shower, wondering if I’m hearing things or if someone just whispered my name.
“Cillian?”
Fucking hell.
Rory?
Moving the thick curtain to the side, I poke my head out of the shower, the cold air hitting my face as I glance into the empty room. A second later, Rory appears, turning the corner, her gaze locking on me as a smile curves her lips.
Christ, she’s fucking pretty.
But, hell, what is she doing in here?
“Baby, as happy as I am to see you… in the showers, do you realize how fucked we’ll be if someone finds you in here?” My voice is a hushed whisper. Even though I was alone before coming in here, the way my luck goes, someone else has forgotten something and is going to catch us both in heretogether.
Not going to lie, my balls shrivel a little at the thought of that someone being Coach.
Truly, I can’t think of a worse bloody scenario thanthat.
Rory stops short when she makes it to me. I watch as her throat bobs and her pink pillowy lips part. Steam billows around us, making the air thick and when her graze drops to the open spot in the curtain I’m leaning out of, she exhales shakily. “Well, Iwas going to grab my textbook myself, but then I started getting freaked out so I figured I would come find you. And I knew that no one else would be here this late, so I just…”
